As the angel moved, the dark aura rippled with an unsettling fluidity, echoing the fluid dance of the shadows cast by his smoldering longswords. It was a manifestation of his commitment to cosmic balance through destruction, a testament to the symbiotic relationship between the celestial and the abyssal. Those who faced the angel of destruction couldn't escape the oppressive weight of his dark aura, an intangible force that foreshadowed the imminent annihilation he could unleash upon the cosmic tapestry.
The angel of destruction bore an obsidian armor that clung to his muscular frame, a formidable defense etched with otherworldly patterns. The dark surface of the armor seemed to pulse with innate energy as if the very essence of the abyss had been woven into its structure. Intricate designs, reminiscent of cosmic runes, adorned the surface, their movements giving an illusion of life to the otherwise inert material.
